#which is good! it'd feel a little weird if it was a server Just About Me or w/e. if that makes sense.

[orcelito]

I think I'm going to edit my pinned post. To put a link to my vashwood server on there

I don't feel like continuously reblogging a post anymore but I want ppl to be able to join if they're interested

Hm

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love Party

Never too fucked to Drink, Never too drunk to Fuck!!

Moxxie should've had a feeling that it was too good to be true and given the situation he now found himself in, that was certainly the case. It'd all seemed to be going well to boot, but really he should've seen red flags from the moment after the duo of himself and his erstwhile employer completed a recent job, with Blitz having decided to celebrate by going to a bar and he'd be buying!! Lo and behold, being the crass, crude imp he was,he chose a local watering hole by the name Juggernauts and Knockers (The name implying clearly its main attrction was their ultra buxom, easy on the eyes waitresses and barmaids) in which the pairstarted to drink like there was no tomorrow But as the night goes by, at some point Blitzø decided to drink and dash leaving him of course to pay the big bill (a really large sum at that, figures being the hedonist he was, the former circus kid had no restraint on his liquor consumptions), the rat bastard!! Was it any wonder the guy left enough exes in his wake to fill up a whole party list?!!

So here Moxxie was, stuck on Earth and clearly not having enough money to pay off such a tab completely and oh yeah really starting to feel particular tipsy and woozy, what was an imp to do? Yet in his spiraling drunken haze, he got a bright idea, so it seemed, to try and strike a deal with their waitress and server for the evening, a tanned, toned and oh so stacked blonde by the name Titania (Either her parents had bad taste or fate had a weird sense of humour) that if he can please her sexually? Then she would forget about the bill and he could be off on his merry way to his lovely wife, his wonderful sexy lady friends and his boss who he swore he was going to kick in his goddamned crotch when he saw him!! Yeah as you can tell, he was nearing the amount of drunk levels he was that infamous Spring Break....

Now Titania was' too much of a dumb blonde airhead, okay maybe somewhat of a bimbo and okay maybe she was sexually active enough to warrant being called a slut but she wasn't too stupid. Any guy that would try to flirt with her while clearly blotto had to have quite a spine and a decent sized pair. An admittedly, he was kind of cute and just so funny with his drunk talk. She wasn’t sure who this Millie was but she sounded like a very lucky girl..

Which might be why she accepted the imp’s radical little offer of sex in exchange for waiving off the very sizeable tab and opted to take him back to her apartment soon as her shift was over. She didn’t even like to drunk toss or take a rando customer back for some fun but this was a particular exception to say the least. Though soon as she got him inside and shut the door, she found he was quite the kisser which had her wondering how good he could be when sober. But wow was she feeling a little drunk herself right now on a sudden rush of passion and arousal as that tongue of his worked some quite powerful sensual magic on her…..

Before she knew it, she was naked on the couch with the tipsy possum’s head diving between her legs as he ate out her dribbling snatch. The blonde bar tender babe moaning as her mind was being blown by the talented little mouth snd tongue of Moxxie, grasping her horns while he caressed and massaged her hips and thighs. Most guys always tended to go right for her tits but this drink sweetheart was a different type of beast. He mayve been too fucked to drink but not damn he sure as hell wasn’t too drunk to fuck!!

But imagine her shock and awe when she decided to try return the favour, wide eyed and gobsmacked at the sight of the demonic length and girth the little imp somehow managed to pack in his pants. The scent and heat radiating off of that twitching, pulsing slab of a cock before Moxxie, in his tipsy state of being, got impatient as he grabbed her long blonde mane and suddenly thrust pumped it into her mouth. The sudden facefuck ambush catching her off guard as her pussy erupted like a geyser, orgasmic nectar squirting in response to the deep, intense onslaught which only skyrocketed soonas Moxxie had her flat on her back. The drunk imp stud straddling her midriff as he held her juicy titties between his shaft, the tip penetrating her luscious lips while her face and jugs became sprayed with his hot seed….

Titania was used to having men be putty in her hands, simps willing to just lie there and have her do all the work as soon as she flashed them a wink, a smile and her twins. And yet this sweet freckle little possum was so assertive, so dominant, somehow making love to her yet using her as a sex toy all the at the same time as she was soon screaming and moaning her head off. Bouncing and riding on his big red imp cock as he squeezed her ass in his grasp, sitting on her damn couch like a king on his throne, legs around his waist as she hugged and eld his head between her tits. Tongue dancing with his in a sloppy kiss as pink hearts glowing in her eyes as this sex machine from hell laid claim to her in mind, he’s art, body and soul.

It only became a more intense bond of such lust forming between them as Moxxie showed no signs of stopping his relentless fucking, his state of drunkenness dampening his sense of inhibition and restraint. Much to Titania’s delight as she became drunk on the absolute high of orgasms the imp brought out of her as he mucked her all over her apartment. From being bent over the kitchen counter as he took her from behind like the bitch in heat she was being claimed as to her bed threatening to break as Moxxie plowed her in a mating press. The blonde screaming and moaning as she hollered loud enough for all of Springfield to hear, making her the envy of many women though a certain single mom felt a sense of deja vu tingling in her own loins…

The next morning, Moxxie came to wake up more hungover than alive, the poor little guy clutching his sweet little head as he squinted his eyes at the rays of sunlight. His aches soothed by a sweaty, sticky naked Titania who purred and giggled as she gave the little love machine a morning kiss. Scooping the confused little possum into her arms as she carried him into the bathroom and decided they should shower together which would naturally lead to a second round of spicy, erotic passion. She felt it only right as this was the one spot in her apartment they hadn’t gotten around to doing it in last night, besides which the little dude had pretty much earned it.

One quickie,a waffle and pancake breakfast later and some contact details exchanged including a spicy sealed with a kiss photo, she sent him off and out in his way. The imp checking is phone to find a texts and messages from Millie and a few others no doubt concerned to where he was and asking if he needed a portal home. It was a nice reminder knowing he was so well loved so imagine his fun to come back to the IMP office to find Mr.Sketch strangling Blitzo. Seems his second boss was nine too pleased with his first boss for pulling s dine and dash and was no doubt trying to choke him in a way he wouldn’t get off on it..lt was a challenge to say the least..

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Gimme some Sugar,baby....

It wasn’t often Moxxie food moments to himself like this but here he was alone in his apartment with nobody but himself for company, a rare bit of peace and quiet. He had the day off from IMP and even Mr.Sketch hadn’t had any work or need for him down at the studio for today at least. But he didn’t even had any of his regular lady friends in his social life present either, all of them preoccupied with different matters. Millie was visiting her family up in Wrath, Verosika and her crew had work on a new album to oversee, Glitz and Glam had clown business, even Loona was busy.

So he had peace and quiet but noone to enjoy it with, sure it could be overwhelming but there was always something nice about being all cosy and warm with a woman after sexually rocking her world. Their faces in ecstasy as they welcomed his sensual embrace, criminy he'd be up for whatever Mr.Sketch might’ve needed of him if he had anything at all. But here he was going bored out of his mind even hoping that damn ritual would come calling him up to whatever curious or lonely horny babe needed him for company. Never let it be said that Fate didn’t throw a bone for our favourite little possum as he heard a knock in the door.

Getting up from his seat, he went on over and answered it to find himself greeted by an exotic zebra mare. This was Jessica, one of the lovely residents and fellow tenants of the modest apartment building Moxxi and his lovely wife called home. And to say she was easy in the eyes would be an understatement to say the very least, sensually smiling his way as she casually leaned against the doorframe. Her body language really giving off some distinct vibes as she eyed our favourite little possum like he was a sweet treat.

Jessica:”Hey handsome, hope I’m not being a bother but was wondering if you could be a good neighbour and let a gal borrow some sugar?”*Of course that was an absolute lie, the stripe mare had plenty back in her apartment. But she felt like today was the prefect chance to finally make a move in that adorable little imp a few doors down. Relishing just how cute he looked as she idly waved her coffee mug in hand, the item baring the phrase “Down to Fuck” shamelessly in big bold letters. Truth be told, she had a very different sweetener in mind over sugar and it was a cute little imp who was sweet enough already….*

That was how Moxxie found himself with his back up against the wall, straddling the grey colored mare's shoulders as he grasped her electric blue mane. Groaning as she was giving him an intense blowjob, sucking and blowing on his cock as her tongue licked it all over its length and girth. Deepthroating him with abandon as her pussy quivered and drooled in anticipation of wanting this hot fuckhammer pounding it as soon as possible. Well Moxxie could say he was in good company like he'd been wishing for but ho damn was Jessica a thirsty one!!

But of course once she had her fill of his cream in her stomach, she had another mouth eager to be fed that sweet, manly sugar of his as she now straddled his lap while he sat on the couch. Her striped, furry booty riding and bouncing on his cock as the muscles of those inner walls kissed, stroked and massaged every inch of that length and girth penetrating them. The Hellzebra and imp naked and sweating as they made sweet rut with a little neighborly passion, hands clasped as Jessica gladly found any and every past lover being put to shame by the freckled sweetheart. Now this was a cock to be a good measuring bar for sexual standards, no wonder he was such a talented little pornstar!!

Moxxie and Millie’s apartment was no stranger to having sounds of passion occur within its walls, it was more a case of what new woman would be the newest addition to the string of conquests. And ooh Jessica was an absolute screamer to say the very least as she urged the imp to fuck her like she was one of his porn stars!! The slick wet sounds of her pussy being pounded and hammered with relentless passion as she was currently being taken doggy style, her mane in his grasp as his free hand squeezed one of her tits. Her striped, furry ass jiggling and clapping with every impact of their loins smacking together as their pleasure only skyrocketed….

Any ennui (Fancy French word for boredom for you moody hipster types) Moxxie had before was pretty much nonexistent thanks to the HellZebra Mare. The apartment echoing with the primal rhythm of the age old dance of man and woman as she gladly, willingly took his cock like a pro. From her pussy to her ass to her mouth and full circle, over and over from prone bonje to cowgirl, over the kitchen counter or up against the wall, not even a shower was enough to dampen their lust and passion as they made sweet hot fuck under the steamy water. When Jessica came looking for sugar, ooh did she ever get it...

When they were finally done, it was late in the afternoon as the Zebra hottie was dressing herself back up, tucking a naked, spent Moxxie nice and snug in bed. Planting a sweet, soft kiss on his lips as thanks for the "sugar" as she made her departure from the apartment, a distinct sway and sashay to her lovely hips. Humming a sensual tune as she felt so well fucked and filled, she walked by Millie who had come back to town from visiting her family, shooting her a wink and a smile as she resumed her trek back to her own place. The wrath shortstack surprised and puzzled until she noticed a small puddle where Jessica had briefly stood.

A quick sniff as she scooped it up into her fingertips, she shuddered with orgasmic bliss at recognizing the scent, texture and with a flick of her tongue, the taste of her husband's flavor. Ah nothing like her Moxxie's hot cream leaking down some hottie's thighs and mixed with their particular nectar and this mare was especially sweet. Always warmed her heart and stirred her libido knowing her man's needs were tended to by the kindness and horniness of a slutty stranger. She'd have to remember to ask him for details and names later soon as he was woke up.......

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Personal Ass-istant

Moxxie:*Just simply stared deadpan at the sight before him, looking back and forth between his employer Mr.Sketch and the other person standing in the room. He’d figured at this point that he would be used to the quirks and eccentricities of his boss, sure he was less of a pain in the ass than Blitz. And for a maker of adult entertainment in Hell, he was quite the creative visionary certainly. But as he stood in the Enigma’s office, he knew this was going to be one of those days.*”I’m sorry, what?!”

Mr.Sketch:”Like I said, I figure you deserve a personal assistant of your own, someone to handle some of your day to day affairs here at the studio. So this here is Ingrid, hope you two will get along. No worries, she comes very highly recommended and I’m told she’s quite efficient in her work…”*The flaming skill headed smut peddler droned on as he introduced and sung the praises of the woman in the office. She was quite the looker and actually looked out place because well, she seemed so human, albeit very exotic with that pink hair and dark skinned complexion. And her business wear seemed intent on highlighting that stunning as all fuck body of hers, seemingly non-chalant to the amount skin and cleavage on display her golden eyes locked their gaze in the impboi. Which only made Moxxie nervous but with good reason mind you.”

Of course it’d likely be because he knew damn well who Ingrid was and it damn sure as hell wasn’t some sort of business woman, oh no this happened to be the infamous Hell Knight herself. At one time the loyal and devoted right hand woman and enforcer of the notorious Overlord Edwin Black but it seemed she'd had a falling out with her now former employer. Who according to rumours had fallen on hard times but that was neither here nor there because Moxxie was wondering just why in all the Sin Circles was she here, at a PORN studio?! Besides the fact she was being given a job as his personal assistant of course but really did a porn star even need such a thing?!

But he knew trying to debate Mr.Sketch about it would be akin to trying to ice-skate up hil and so he just decided to roll with it and accept it. Much to the Enigma's delight of course as he sent the two on their way, insisting they get acquainted which was how and why they now found themselves in Moxxie's dressing room. The imp finding the silence comfy at least as Ingrind simply sat stoic yet sexy looking, adjusting her spectacles before taking the initiative to speak as she felt it was a prudent time for her and her new employer to get to know one another better.

Which was likely how Moxxie should've expected that this would naturally lead to her servicing him orally as he sat in the chair of his personal dressing room. The pink haired ex demon knight's golden eyes burning with flames of lust as she licked and sucked on his shaft like it was the finest treat she'd ever found herself enjoying. Drowning it in a healthy coating of her saliva as she bobbed head up and down like a lewd piston, blowing on the infernally generous cock of her new employer. Sensually humming and moaning as her body surged with arousal through her veins, hoping she was making a very good first impression as his new personal assistant.

Of course Moxxie's cries of pleasure were plenty good indication she was doing a good job of it but personally, she felt she could be, no should be doing much better to provide him comfort and relief. After all with his sure to be hectic work schedule and routine, he was sure to be pent up with stress and she was to see to it that would not be the case!! Which was why she whipped her glorious milk chocolate tits free from the confines of her coat and performed a titfuck on his shaft, smothering his length and girth as her lips and tongue worked their oral magic on the pumping, thrusting tip. The former hell knight feeling her pussy quiver and ache, nectar flowing down her thighs as her desire to sexually relieve her new employer grew and burnt deeper.

But of course after being so riled up and aroused by this exotic former warrior woman, he couldn't help but pounce and take this little comfort session to its next natural step. Ingrid now naked save for her heels and stockings as her new lord and master (In her mind, screw Edwin Black!!) asserted his dominance and properly taught her her place in the pecking order. Bent over the make-up counter and pressed up against the cool surface of the mirror, deep throated moans and gasps of pleasure escaping her luscious lips as Moxxie pounded and hammered her from behind. Her lovely tits rubbing against the reflective surface while her booty cheeks clapped and jiggled to every pounding of that pelvis and those swaying balls hitting her clit, a growing puddle of her juices as they rained down on the floor beneath them.

She was loving every moment of this as her body memorized every detail and became erotically acquainted with the sexually gifted imp who exceeded her expectations. Her legs giving out as she fell into downward dog to doggy style and soon prone bone to being plowed like a sexual butter churn rolling into a mating press and then a piledriver. Her fishnet legs wrapped around his waist as she didn't want to break their connection, feeling it only right Moxxie lay his claim to her by flooding her womb with his hot, white seed. She'd watched some his work prior to their meeting to better research and understand who and what she'd be dealing with but sweet inferno were her expectations exceeded!!

One relief session later, which had included quite a few creampies, even a few shot into her ass and some stomach filling facefucks, the imp and his new personal assistant were dressed clean and sharp. You'd hardly be able to tell they'd just gone and fucked unless you had the sharp senses of a Hellhound or a sex demon like a succubus asthey met up with Mr.Sketch. Moxxie's expression deadpan as he simply shook the Enigma's hand, making it clear he would accept the offer of Ingrid as his new personal assistant. Much to the flaming skullheaded eccentric's satisfaction, you could just tell he felt this went just as planned.....

Suffice to say Ingrid proved herself to be quite capable and reliable as a personal Ass-istant, ensuring plenty of erotic relief and comfort for Moxxie. Which saw quite the improvement in his performance for scene shoots and believe you me, he was no slouch already before hand but now he'd gone from a 10 to 11 and reaching a hundred. Which was seeing quite a bonus in his and the former Hellknight's paychecks but for Ingrid, the imp's satisfaction was a much more enjoyable payment and the monetary gain was a mere bonus in and off itself. To say nothing of the glorious day she'd find herself baring and carrying a child for him....

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More like Le-Bomba!!

It was one of your routine IMP missions of course, go to the living world and off whoever their client wanted dead, this target in particular inhabited a hectic little ghetto neighbourhood around Canada. The client or clients rather, had pooled every Mammon buck they could find or had on them to pay the basic fee plus a little extra for the misfit Assassin team to make sure the guy really got it coming. Seems he was a pain in the ass for everyone alike be they man or woman, black or white, your atypical Ninja just going out and about being an irrational, trivial troublemaker especially within the community. Though it was peculiar to have to deal with the target in the Great White North of all places but hey money talks, right?

Now of course finding the target had been easy enough, killing him was a whole other matter entirely. Because of course his type always ran around with hoards of other like minded Ninjas who bonded in a synthesis over their shared love of irrational, trivial bullshit. And they were armed to the teeth of course which saw our merry band of misfits making their run being pursued by angry ignorant ninjas trying to riddle them with bullets. Leave it to Blitzo to have one of his rare food ideas for them to split up and try turn things around before getting out of dodge and back to Hell sweet Hell.

This was how Moxxie came to find himself dealing with his own band of ninjas, gunning them in down in self defence when somehow in the fray he found himself flying through the air and crashing through somebody’s window. Landing right in a hot bubble bath and causing whoever was using it to scream, the sweet possum poking his head through the warm water to get an eyeful of a naked, soaking wet hot black woman who was understandably shocked and confused. Only to get a kissed look on her face at finding that someone had thrown a wild possum into her place, a horned one at that as Moxxie eroded when she grabbed him by a horn. Picking him up to glare at him which made him wonder if he was better off with the Ninjas…..

As it so happened, the homestead our sweet possum had wound up in belonged to Leshawna, 3 season veteran of the infamous Total Drama reality series, the girl with the ‘Tude as they called her. And she was having a nice night until either someone had a funny idea throwing a possum into her home or some perv in a possum costume was trying to get fresh with her. Thinking he could come in here and get a look at her goods without consequences? Even if he was kind of cute looking with those freckles and that adorable little bow tie….and it had been way too long since she got any…

Which might be why she had stripped Moxxie naked and had him sitting in the edge of the bathtub, her lips around his shaft which she was amazed to find was quite the big one. Sucking and blowing on that length and girth as the scent and taste drove her wild, her suds soaked, glistening milk chocolate form moving in enticing ways. Drawing the imp’s attention to her bodacious booty as those cheeks clapped and jiggled hypnotically, calling to the imp with a siren song that one thing clear . She was down to fuck and she wanted it good, deep and hard.

To which our sweet little possum gladly obliged of course as he had the girl with the 'tude bent over the tub and up against the wall. Mounted atop her backside with his arms wrapped around her waist as he humped and pumped his quite powerful little pelvis against that glorious set of chocolate orange booty cheeks. Making those cocoa colored drums clap like thunder as his cock jackhammered into her snatch with rabid abandon and primal desire, causing Leshawna to moan deeply as she experienced the best damn lay of her lifetime. She wasn't sure what was up with this cute little mutant or where he came from exactly but damn could he fuck!!

It was ironic she had been bathing to clean herself up as she was now just getting dirtier with the freckled little love machine, wet crimson skin rutting against glistening milk chocolate as the shower head had been turned on. Hot steamy water raining down on them as Moxxie had her pinned up against the wall, lips pressed against hers as their tongues danced a little game of spitswap and tonsil hockey. Moans escaping her pouty lips as the thicc brickhouse ghetto girl was amazed to find how strong he was for a little guy but given how well he could fuck, was it any surprise? Especially whenever he'd let loose and pump some of that hot load her way......

The babe with the 'tude and the sweet little thespian were soon out of the bathroom and in the bedroom as the springs in the mattress squeaked and creaked against the heavy primal rhythm of their fucking. The pair rolling around between cowgirl to missionary to mating and amazon press to Leshawna taking it from behind until she was flat on her front as her arms and legs couldn't keep their strength. From being filled in her womb and booty to gulping down mouthfuls as she took whatever the imp sent her way until she just couldn't keep up with that stamina anymore. Passing out after one last shared climax together, a blissful smile on her face as her thighs flowed with excess baby batter.....

Moxxie was panting as he looked over the sexually satisfied black queen, his attention caught by the distinct sound of his wife's melodic giggle. Looking over to the window in the bathroom he'd crashed through as he spotted the aforementioned kinky pixie who had no doubt seen quite a bit of that and judging by the flicker of arousal in her eyes had certainly enjoyed it. No doubt she'd want details but first thing's first, it was time for them to hustle and make their way back to Hell, they'd managed to ditch and waste their pursuers. It had been bloody to say the least especially with Millie doing a lot of the massacring.

It had just been a matter of finding Blitzo since had the means to get them back home, for the time being and suffice to say their boss looked like he'd been through the ringer. They weren't sure how or why but for some reason he had a rainbow afro wig glued onto his head..which was oddly fitting given his old circus clown background and all. But was best they didn't ask, somethings you're just better off not knowing you know? Much like how it was best he didn't know what Moxxie had been up to, the imp's sex life was none of his business!!

[isa-ghost]

Hey Isa!! So I haven’t really been following the QSMP, I’ll admit, but I heard about the recent angst of the “Cage for a cage” situation, and I’m very intrigued! What are Philza and Wilbur’s stories in the QSMP? I’d love to know more! Also where could I find all their footage to catch up?

Well Wilbur's sorta yeeted into the void bc of Lovejoy things, so there's not much to talk about on his front. He has his egg daughter Talullah, who Phil is looking after and has adopted as his own at this point bc its been months, and that's kinda it as far as major keypoints go for Wilbur lore. That and he canonized (or tried to?) him/Phil father/son dynamics again. Haven't heard much from the community if we accepted that as canon or as a Wilbur Bit Because Of Course He Tried To Canonize That Again.

Phil lore on the other hand. OUGH. I don't know where to start, it feels like so little and so much at the same time. Which is funny bc this motherfucker is so allergic to lore despite being a bomb ass rper (I have 11+ years experience rping, this man is rp veteran approved). I get timezones exist and whatnot & he's usually 3-4 hours into a stream already by the time he gets on QSMP to begin with, but he dodged so much of The Horrors for so long. This week has been an outlier and the crows are suffering thriving.

As far as his lore (in a simplified tldr) goes: Ancient bird man wired for nothing but survival gets plopped on a weird island with other English speakers & Spanish speakers. Shit Is Weird And Continues To Be, but all the islanders make friends with eacg other. They're *emotionally slams fist on table* levels of tightknit. Phil especially is always so ready to help anyone out. Timeskip a month or so, Island Federation decides to play matchmaker and then make said matches parents. They're given a dragon's eggs because Dragon Gone ??? Phil acquires egg kid and raises them to be a careful & loving powerhouse like himself (& then later gets second egg kid who's meant to be Wilbur's) only for the island he's stuck on to throw every wrench at him they can in the form of mobs, federation people, trivial ass tasks given by said feds, and more. The longer things go on the worse they get, and ancient man's biggest weakness is his two kids who keep getting used against him. But ancient bird man is an anarchist, this federation can pound sand. Federation doesn't like that! Ancient bird man get punished. (And that's skipping chunks of things, but I have the memory of a peanut so I'll leave better summaries to someone better equipped.) Also when he's not experiencing the horrors he has at least 4 other men thirsting for him at any given time and he donowalls their advances beautifully while also playing into their flirting and thirsting at the same time because he has No /R Thoughts, Only Goddess Wife and egg children. Goddess wife also encourages his unintentional yaoi-ing.

I DO know you can catch up on QSMP lore via the official recap channel "QSMP Info" on YouTube! There's two videos out so far so the recaps aren't caught up to date yet, but they're made by the admins of the server, so they're thorough and accurate.

There's also a Phil VODs channel that's run by one of the most devoted PEGS (Philza Early Gang Society, Phil's offline chatters <3) in the crow community. I'm sure they have every single QSMP vod uploaded (but strap in, Phil's not a 1-3 hour stream andy, he's a 5-8 hour stream chad). Most times, he does Hardcore first then QSMP later (though I think a few times while playing TOTK he'd get on later too so ??? Good luck?) so realistically despite being a 5-8 hour stream chad, there's only 2-4 hours of QSMP in the vod, you just gotta skim through the last half of the vod. For reference, you'll want to search for vods from March 22nd, 2023 to now. That's how long QSMP has been going. It'd be laborious to fish out every crumb of QSMP stream time but I do genuinely think it's worth it just to see how things on the island develop and why so many people are screaming about The Horrors every day.

I'm sure you could also scrape around YouTube for like. Fanmade recaps, perhaps even Phil-centric ones, though I'd be wary of ones that have character analysis rather than just the plain ol stream content a) because they won't have every bit of footage & b) Sometimes People Are Wrong About Characters. You could also dig for clips of major moments (Phil has some on his Phil Clips YT but they're mostly funny) but that'd probably not give you the whole picture if you wanna be slamming your fists on the table and screaming like a monkey with the rest of us LOL.

There's also plenty of livebloggers who scream as streams progress, so check out some tags maybe. The main one is probably #qsmp liveblogging but that'll be any & all member POVs so it's not the most helpful resource but an idea nonetheless. You'd probably be better off looking through #qsmp philza or #q!philza or something, you'd just have to sift through creative works, memes & shitposts too.

Any crows who follow me that might have more/better resources are welcome & encouraged to reblog or reply to this and add Phil lore summaries (and your character analyses bc Phil mains are trustworthy) or more things to check out in order to get all the Good Shit Lore(TM) btw!

(Reblogging might also help this reach crows who DO have more/better suggestions or the capability to recap Phil lore thoroughly, so please do that. :] )

[shkika]

I was wondering, did you ever say anything about vultures and miros birds ? I can't find any post of yours about it

No because they are very weird (and horrifying for the miros birds) creatures. While it's assumed most everything you see in rainworld is a purposed organism descendant, it's never that OBVIOUS. Vultures having their uh... Weird jetpack thing so they can fly. And Miros Birds have metallic legs and I believe a metallic beak?

And like. Since it's been around a hundred of what I believe are years, I doubt those are from the time the Ancients were alive. But they can't be descendants, since they can't just... Be born with jetpacks and metal legs (also i hardly see Miros Birds reproducing, they seem driven by an urge to murder (can you tell i don't like Miros Birds much ?)) So would that mean an iterator created those ?

I always assumed Five Pebbles created the Miros Birds (because they seem to have been made very... rushed ? it feels like birds who got slapped on a metal beak and metal legs forcefully (which is why they're horrifying to me) and because it doesn't feel that ooc for him to create an ANTI LIFE PURPOSED ORGANISM) but apparently he has a line about them being horrible things (which is true but weird to say if you created them specifically to be those horrible things) so maybe I was wrong about that?

But the who is the freak modifying birds to kill me (and everything else that lives) ?! Also why are vultures coming when they see the light of a vulture grub ? HOW DOES ONE FUSE A VULTURE AND A MIROS BIRD IS THERE A CRAZY ITERATOR WHO'S HOBBY IS CREATING ATROCITIES OR ARE THEY REPRODUCING AND BEING BORN WITH METAL PARTS ?!

So many questions... And no answer...

(sorry for starting to ramble in your askbox i'm a world building nerd and i love the rainworld creatures but on my way to find each one's purpose i realized how weird the birdies were and you are my lore/world building reference,,)

There are a bunch of obviously unnatural animals in rain world!

The cyan lizards move around like little jets with teeth and pop like balloons.. aside the robotic noises. The leviathans have an actual hydraulic press as a mouth, centipedes are living capacitors and so on.

Let's discuss vultures and Miros Birds individually!

I am very confident in saying that Pebbles did not make them!

They are made to be scary and very very aggressive, because they are actually guards and server a very important role. Take a look what Pebbles has to say!

The Memory Crypts are a burial ground that is very very sacred so I imagine all Miros creatures were created to protect the place. They are deaf, but have crazy good sight which is perfect for the long linear stretch of the Memory Crypts.

I can only assume Miros vultures aren't much different. Extremely aggressive guards.

As for normal vultures I'd assume perhaps they are there to monitor the surface creature populations. Maybe even carry goods around?

I believe they are also killers, because of the way they were made capable to move on land and squeeze through impressively small places to catch prey. They also have a mask system which tells them not to kill each other!

Not to mention king cultures are basically normal vultures, but even better hunters. It'd be interesting to imagine those things living in flocks perhaps.. with kind being either leaders or a completely separate lone species.

[hmshermitcraft]

False doesn't understand why she ever fought against the hermits. They wanted a pet, and knew she was perfect for the role, and she had the gall to deny them that! She feels bad that they had to spend hours fucking her to get her to listen. She called it rape, for some reason. She was too stupid to realize it wasn't rape; they were just teaching her her place. Now, she's the perfect pet. Pets don't speak common, so she doesn't either, she walks on all fours, she wears her collar (1/?)

(2/?) She makes sure to listen to her masters; all good pets should! Sometimes, she gets weird urges, like the want to walk on two "feet" instead of her paws ("pets don't have feet and hands, silly!" She remembers Master Stress telling her, "dumb little pets like you walk on paws.") But usually, those painful needles with the weird colors get rid of those bad thoughts. Why should she want to walk on two fee- paws, when they're nice enough to feed, water and bath her?

(3/?) She doesn't see why she would want to leave. Sometimes, if she's a really, really good girl, they'll feed her new foods! She tried these weird red things ("berries; foxes tend to like them." Master Doc told her), and they were great. Sometimes, they even take her on walks. She has to be naked, of course; pets don't wear clothing, even when snow's on the ground. Good thing she's naked all the time; her masters fuck her quite often! They also let the wild mobs fuck her, which is fun.

(4/?) The mobs can be fun, sometimes. Her favorite master has to be Master Grian. He's the biggest by a lot, so when fucks her, he leaves her open. He's also very rough. Sometimes, she dares to think she's a person, someone with intelligent thought, so Master Grian fucks it out of her, he makes sure to fuck her and knot her until those bad thoughts are gone and she remembers her place in the server. Master Grian is also the only one allowed to breed her. She remembers when he bred her,

(5/5) It'd been when they first got her. She was being such a disobedient pet, so Master Grian punished her until she realized being a person is dumb and she should be on all fours for her Masters. Master Grian had been so kind as to breed her for good behavior. He had knotted her over and over until her stomach was round with cum and she couldn't walk. She cried when they had to remove the cum, but they promised if she was good, they'd knock her up. She's still waiting til they make good on it.

She will be a good girl for her Masters, and when they decide she behaves enough, she’ll happily get fucked until she round and swollen. She quietly wonders who would be the one to knock her up, until she realizes she’s thinking too much; after all she’s a dumb pet and dumb pets don’t think about things, they just follow their Masters’ orders.

And ! She noticed that they stopped hurting her as often, not counting the rough sex, she’s no longer chained down and beaten, which means she must’ve been good. Master Cleo even praises her on her behavior the other day, and how she obediently followed Master Cleo and Master Joe while they were mining, so they allowed her to lay on their laps while they were cuddling on the couch! She was covered in a blanket, something her Masters say she shouldn’t have normally because pets don’t need blankets and was petted!

(Anon, please marry me. I love this so much. Just <333 - Mod Eclipse )

[rifleseye]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐍.

NAME. Raphael / Cyrus / Percy (to a select few) PRONOUNS. He/Him SEXUALITY. Gay SINGLE / TAKEN. Recently single

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.

— If you ever go to an art museum with me I will be able to tell you everything you need to know about the art there. I love art so much. I'm going to be doing volunteer work at one of my favorite museums over the summer which I'm looking forward to :^)

— I act! Last season I played the Ghost of Christmas Present for my local theater's rendition of A Christmas Carol. I was sick as a dog during the showings, however. Nightmare. I've an audition coming up next week that the Director wants me in so I'm excited for that.

— I wanted to be an astronomer as a kid but I have dyscalulia And bad eyesight (not good when you didn't know you needed glasses during an observational cosmology course) so unfortunately that dissuaded me. I'm still interested but it's more so just out of hobby than anything else.

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

HOW LONG. So long. No idea. probably since I was 11. PLATFORMS. So many. My very first was the lego message boards 😂. msprp. pararp. chatzy. skype. facebook. tumblr. discord. i have no prefrence atm between tumblr and discord but i do feel i have an easier time on tumblr sometimes because of like... ask memes and such. also aesthetics... BEST EXPERIENCE. I only talk to one person from the discord anymore but this one Discord rp server I was in for Destiny still holds a special place in my heart. There were a lot of plot driven aspects in it that Really let me flex my writing. I miss the vibe of it if I'm being quite honest.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄.

FEMALE OR MALE OR OTHER. Generally men but I've got a few nb muses on my multi as well as one female character who like... okay i'm gay but if i were to suddenly be homoflexible it'd be for ana amari. i need to save her from overwatch. FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT. i'm a little weird in that i'm not into one specific thing of these three. i'll go where plots take me or where the vibe follows. i'm not overtly fond of Just fluff since it's just too sweet for my taste and i'm a writer who needs substance. and pure angst is also too much at times and is overly meaty, ykwim? smut i'm very particular about and really depends on the muses involved. my perceptor in specific is on the ace spectrum so i'm slow to do anything with him. PLOTS OR MEMES. either or! i tend to plot with people i really jive with and most of the time it's over discord we plot. i've not given out my discord in a hot minute, however, since i've been a bit inactive until recent. i like memes too because i like exercising my writing and some prompts allow me to do that. BEST TIME TO WRITE. my adhd autistic ass does not have a set time i write at. inspiration hits me when it hits me. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S).

yeah.

tagged. @tacticturn

[tyrantisterror]

Some clarifications on this post that I made at the end of my lunchbreak and, ironically, did not think about the potential audience it might reach:

First, please note I said "weirdest" and not "worst." Weird and Bad are two very different adjectives - specifically, weird is not a judgment of quality, merely a note that something is odd (and in this specific case, a little confusing). If I was talking about my worst experience with my incredibly small audience, it'd be that guy on deviantart who got into an argument with me about the "true" name of the devil where I essentially called him a condescending pedant, to which he responded that me criticizing him was ableist because he was autistic, and then stalked my account to find every person I'd ever interacted with on deviantart to tell them that I hated autistic people so they'd stop interacting with me (which, for anyone still wondering, was the final indignity that made me quit that website altogether). If I was talking about my second worst experience, it would be that guy who review bombed my books on amazon (and is still doing it on goodreads) to essentially spend half a sentence saying they suck and then a long rambly paragraph explaining how pathetic I am and inexplicably comparing me to MovieBob, a youtuber that I'm still only vaguely familiar with (he's the one Lindsay Ellis called out on twitter for creeping on female youtubers, right?). If I was talking about my third worst experience, it would be the guy who lied about his age to join my discord forum, told me a year later when he was still underage, and then got really pissy because I kicked him out, and is the reason why I subsequently enacted a rule that everyone who joined that forum had to show me their driver's license to prove they were the age they said they were (only one person since has actually done this, and they are in my opinion the coolest motherfucker around for doing so, although I feel bad that the discord server was basically a ghost town by the time they did it).

So, yeah, not a bad experience in the grand scheme of things. Just odd, you know? I generally don't think of fanart as something you do for works of fiction you find mediocre at best. Maybe it's just because I have carpal tunnel syndrome, but I'd only put in that level of effort for a work of fiction I actually think is good. That's why I draw fanart for Godzilla and not, like, The Giant Gila Monster.

Second, I think it's perfectly valid for someone to say my work is mediocre. They're, like, probably right, honestly? They are at the very least entitled to have that opinion and to be able to say it in public, even if it's in an odd (not bad, just odd) mixed message post with cute fanart. While I am human and care enough about my work to feel hurt when people find it lacking, I also do genuinely care about my craft and want to know when people don't like it. I am fortunate to have a good handful of people who both like my work AND actually read it sometimes, so my ego can take the bruising.

And, like, honestly? While some people might find "you are a mediocre artist who knows they are mediocre" to be a sad fate, I think it's a lot worse to be a mediocre artist who thinks they're Perfect and Flawless. That's where the real problems lie - a mediocre writer who thinks they're perfect is going to stop trying to improve, stop caring about the details, and worst of all, they're going to get really self righteous about everything they say. If a mediocre writer goes unchecked for too long, why, before you know it they'll be picking fights with one of the guys from Dragon Ball Z Abridged on twitter because they dared to say the mediocre writer was wrong for believing that trans people should be executed in the town-square for using bathrooms. A mediocre writer who thinks they're perfect is going to spend all day on twitter name-searching themselves to pick fights with queer teenagers about how they think the teens' identities are invalid. A mediocre writer who thinks they're perfect is gonna write multiple Cormoran Strike novels. I don't want to end like that! Please, anything other than that, I beg you!

To go back to the food metaphors, I personally like to think of my writing like a greasy spoon diner in a small town - a locally owned business with no aspirations for expansion, just a desire to make food to feed people. Is it especially good? Probably not. Is it full of new experiences? Nah, you've probably had food just like this (or extremely close to it) before, and will in countless other small towns later in your life. But it's got a small group of beloved regular customers, its doors are always open to people who need some decent food, and you're gonna walk away with a full belly of something that's at least digestible. As the inventer of The Creech the Truck Monster from Monster Trucks Seal of Cinematic Adequacy, I'm happy if that's how my work is viewed by the dozen or so people who read it and actually enjoy the experience.

And yeah, to more refined palettes, the greasy spoon diner may well be indistinguishable from a shitty Arby's sandwich, and that's ok. Because, ultimately, the person who decides how food is received isn't the chef who makes it, but rather the person who actually eats it.

...still would be weird to make a whole piece of fanart about the shitty Arby's sandwich you didn't like, though. Not bad, per se, but strange.

I think my weirdest experience with my incredibly small audience has to be the guy who, on two separate occasions, made well-rendered fanart for ATOM and then underneath it wrote about all the things he disliked about it and how it was mediocre. Put me in a weird "Should I say thanks or apologize for his bad reading experience?" situation.

It's like if I put effort into drawing a beautiful Arby's sandwich illustration and wrote under it "Yeah this was barely food, but what should we expect?" And then did it again two years later.

[rivalsforlife]

I think you said something a while ago about Kay having complicated feelings in a scenario where Edgeworth adopts Trucy and I am. Intrigued.

Hello yes I think I did! I can't take full credit for the idea though because I talked about it a lot with people in toni laquilasse's stream server. just so that's out there.

it's in a hypothetical situation where there is narumitsu (of course) and in my head it's like... dd/soj era or later. Edgeworth and Phoenix get married. as a part of this Edgeworth adopts Trucy, who is 16/17/18. Kay at this point is uhhh 25/26/27. So she's well into adulthood at this point which I think is important to note, and is pretty mature, and has now been without a father for the majority of her life and made her peace with it unlike in aai-era.

The way I see Edgeworth's relationship with Kay in AAI-era and afterwards is kind of like... Kay really sees him as a father figure in part because he canonically reminds her a lot of her dad and in part because of how protective he was over her in aai2. But being 17 and Practically An Adult, and fairly independent for her age, and having Father Issues, she doesn't really voice this. (Father Issues including of course Byrne dying which was a traumatizing event, but also personal headcanons regarding her relationship with Badd, who was extremely close to her and like a second father to her (or literally a second father if you go the byrnebadd route) but then following Byrne's death he tried to distance himself from her for her own safety ("Kay... I'm truly sorry. I wanted... nothing but a peaceful life for you...") so that does some subconscious stuff for her as well. ... and I could go on a bit more about my Kay self-worth headcanons but I won't right now.) Kay also is very aware that Edgeworth is emotionally repressed. And would never really suspect that he thinks of her in a daughterly way, insert my forgotten turnabout thoughts I swear I'll one day write out here.

Similarly Edgeworth feels many fatherly feelings towards her as seen by aai2 again. He wants to protect her and make sure she grows up safe and worries about her getting into trouble and all that. But he has Emotional Repression! It'd take a pretty major incident for him to voice that much. And his own Father Issues contribute to this all as well so that he might not even consciously recognize her as a daughter figure and definitely not voice it. It's a weird combination of "not wanting to accidentally turn out like Manfred" (though he gets over this one first) and then "not being able to live up to Gregory's standard" (which takes. significantly longer.)

So basically with their respective emotional issues and Kay being 17 and Edgeworth only being ten years older than her, which I do admit isn't much of a gap for parent-child-type relationships, neither of them ever voice any of this but they're fine with that, they're still close and all that stuff.

Edgeworth presumably gets over his "I wouldn't be a good father" issues before adopting Trucy officially. And Kay is of course very happy about this because her friend/father-figure is married and has a child and it means he's gotten over a lot of his emotional issues. And I'm sure she adores Trucy because who doesn't adore Trucy? And she (in her mind) doesn't really have any reason to be upset because she's in her mid-late twenties and has been an orphan for over fifteen years and obviously her relationship with Mr. Edgeworth is different from his relationship with Trucy and all that etcetera etcetera. but she is a little bit jealous.

Trucy happened to come into his life at the right emotional point (... or at least was around at the right emotional point) and is the right age and with the right excuse for Edgeworth to confront his emotional issues (marrying Phoenix). All things that Kay didn't have. And while she managed to grow up just fine without a consistent strong father figure and she's in a better place now than she was in her teens, when she sees Edgeworth acting towards Trucy the way he used to act towards her, she feels some amount of jealousy that she didn't get to have that secure well-defined father-daughter relationship when she was Trucy's age. Even though when she was 17 she thought she was just fine without a parent, it was something that would have been nice to have in her life. Edgeworth wasn't incapable of it the whole time. The timing just wasn't right. Insert aai2 related thoughts of "Kay subconsciously doesn't seem to understand why anyone would want to protect her or risk anything for her" here.

This doesn't really fester for long and I'm sure it gets sorted out eventually I don't think this is really something that's going to build up into a super angsty situation haha. either Kay goes "haha that's a weird emotion! time to repress that!" or somehow she and Edgeworth end up having an honest emotional conversation (which would take a miracle probably but be very good for both of them) since I do think Edgeworth at this point would admit he sees her in a similar view as Trucy, if prompted. In both cases Kay and Trucy are adults/near adults, he has not been with them their whole childhoods, they had/have another father who was more prominent in their life (Byrne vs Phoenix), Miles feels rather secondary to that and definitely doesn't want to try to replace that relationship, because he knows he can't. nor does he want to.

This is already very long so I'll stop here. I Just Think They're Neat. Hope this was coherent and at least a little bit interesting to think about!

[xaz-fr]

oh fuck hi xaz i was wondering where you went. apparently the reason was a little uh.. well, jesus christ. tbh.

i'm a little nervous about showing my face which is why i'm on anon but ive been in afams and very active in discord since i wanna say the fall before the first skycats thing? and ive been pretty much absent since around when you left. (funnily enough i haven't come up in a single queue in that entire time, or in the year and a half ive been waiting for a project queue >_<)

anyway i wanna say i love and support u and i hope other than this bullshit you're doing well, and also i can definitely corroborate some of the stuff you posted that the afams team has been doing... uh. bad.

especially that part about the one mod having a bunch of complaints about them.. honestly it's at the point where i'm not even sure *which* fucking mod it is lmao. (put some extra info in a second ask)

and the way the two admins treated you, while i didn't see anything super obvious first hand, it always struck me as soooo fucking weird that you could make some of the same kinda jokes that they did, and jokes with "fuck" and "shit" and whatever in them, except you were getting publicly dressed down for it. (i will say there were a couple times you had some less savory jokes HOWEVER you corrected and apologized and didn't do it again. but most times it was regular shit everybody else was saying too, from what i remember)

oh and there was also a couple times where the admins asked for feedback on stuff and i'd try to mention some difficulty, and i'd get completely *publicly* shut down with some ableist nonsense, and nobody would say shit. i'm not comfortable saying exactly what was said, but it was... it was bad. it was bad. like i had to stop going to the discord for like a week when it happened. and myn said she'd talk to the people who did it and now i'm starting to think that just never happened....

I just wanna go on record saying I don't know who this person is but they sound like a an afam helper (not quite a mod bc up until kata we didn't have mods). The server has a few of those. So for the admin babies out there, I didn't tell this person to send this in or anything.

And yes you're absolutely right. The admins loved to ask for feeback or insight on stuff and if it wasn't 100% squeaky clean it'd be shut down. Reminds me of the time one of the admins (not the main ones actually) told me my ideas weren't good and unrealistic during a brain storming thread for an event that never happened last year and no one stepped in to tell her to stop until I stood up for myself and said 'just because they're unrealistic doesn't mean I can't talk about them'.

Some, but certainly not all, of the staff are weirdly ableist as well. I totally forgot about that. I'm a bit mentally disabled but I try and shrug that stuff off so I don't go crazy but I know others are a lot more sensative to that kinda stuff. And while like you said I might have slipped up myself sometimes I did try and correct it and make it right because I didn't realize I'd fucked up until my foot was in my mouth.

And completely agree. You'd go to the admins with an issue about a person and they said they'd deal with it but it... never felt like it did? I remember that was a big point of contention where I was BEGGING the admins to please just TELL US what is happening. Give us updates. Have you followed through with things you said you would? Has the person someone had a problem with been actually spoken to? But it felt like a lotta the time things were sent to the admins and then nothing happened and that's why I always wanted an actual open dialogue so people could SEE what issues there were and hold the admins accountable for those things. But that wasn't allowed bc it was confrontational.

Not all confrontation is negative. It is something that sometimes needs to happen between people so everyone feels heard and understood. But that isn't allowed.

And about your second ask; oh geeze anon I'm so sorry. That sounds horrible. I teared up a little and I'm glad you're away from that person. If you wanna talk more you can always DM me over discord.

[bilgisticallykosher]

Ice Nine Kills concert! Tumblr isn't picture/video friendly, so I posted it on imgur. Content warning for band-typical blood, violence, etc.

Here's the set list, with me kvelling about the whole experience, because it was my first ever concert. First up were Fame on Fire, Currents, then Bad Omens. Bad Omens' frontman said "Welcome to the cult" and I was just sitting there thinking, "been there, done that, memento mori." I wrote down the songs, so if anyone's curious, I have what they played.

Okay, so as other bands were setting up, they played like Linkin Park, System of a Down, Evanescence, stuff like that. As INK was setting up, they played horror movie themes like Halloween (that's the only one I recognized. It was really funny because they put like three songs on a loop, and like people thought they were finally ready, but then after a pause it looped around again and the audience groaned.

Opening night, people were screaming.

Welcome to Horrorwood, the graphics were so cool on this one, it was practically all the lyrics. Definitely has to be, like, a permanent opener for them, it hypes up the crowd so much.

Savages. Savages was Savages, better live for sure. Spencer was waving around a chainsaw.

A Rash Decision, love this song, was great.

Stabbing in the Dark, crowd chanted Michael during the intro, they had a clock ticking during the graphics. The acting when Spencer killed Nadia as Michael was really fun.

Hip to be Scared, the monologue bit was so good live. The feeling of a theater filled with INK fans screaming "Not really!" Was incredible. And the Hey, Paul was incredible.

Funeral Derangements, SO GOOD LIVE, it probably helped that, of all the neck merch that I saw people wearing, FD was the most common. The screaming was hype.

Communion of the Cursed, great effects, great acting, great hearing Spencer do the voices instead of the creepy kids. Wild difference.

Ex-Mørtis, UNREAL, someone in the INK server said it'd have a longer intro, so like the first note I whipped my phone out to record. The sound live, I couldn't capture it, but it was so much better than the recorded song. Something about it live.

Assault and Batteries, so much screaming. Spencer prompted people for that last line, which was really funny. Also of note; there was at least one guy there with a Chuckie doll, and one guy had his kid dressed up like him, makeup and everything, it was really funny.

Farewell II Flesh, he was wearing a coat and had a hook hand and it was so good, he sounded so melodic during the "You're sweet on me honey, forever" part.

The Shower Scene, Spencer let the audience sing "we all go a little mad sometimes" and "listen to mother!"

Rainy Day, Nadia was running around a lot this song. Spencer did not lick the knife, F.

A Grave Mistake, according to someone else that was there, the mosh pit stopped during this one. Very cool graphics.

Thank god it's Friday, the part where they died omfg. Also the ki-ki-ki-ma-ma-ma part was fantastic.

American Nightmare, also another incredible one, there's just something different about it live. He was running around the whole time with the glove just slashing at the air, so much fun.

IT is the End, everyone was changing Georgie, he was completely clowned up, did like a weird dance during the chorus. And the honk honk. By the ending people were swaying.

Totally incredible experience live. If you like Ice Nine Kills (do you like Ice Nine Kills?) then I highly recommend seeing them if you get the chance. They're amazing.